hastily back. He was sitting on the stones, his arms drooping,
his head bowed, a picture of . She put her face in her
hands again and pondered, blushing higher and higher. Then the pale
face that had always been ruddy before, the simple  and
, the manly eye that did not know how to weep, but was so
clouded and troubled, and wildly sad; the shaking hands, that had
clutched hers like a drowning man's (she felt them still), the
quivering features, choked voice, and trembling lip, all these
recoiled with double force upon her mind: they touched her far more
than sobs and tears would have done, her 's ready signs of shallow
.

Two tears stole down her cheeks.

"If he would but go home and forget me!" She glanced hastily back.
David was climbing up a tree, active as a cat. "He is like nobody
else--he! he! Stay! is that to see the last of me--the very last? Poor
! Madman, how will this end? What can come of it but  to
him,  to me?

"This is wordnetdesire." She half closed her eyes and smiled, repeating, "This
is wordnetdesire.

"Oh how I despise all